You tilt his chin up, your phone camera pointed to him. You purr out a command, telling him to "smile for the camera". You can't see it under the sniper hood, but he obeys. Like a good boy.

"M-mm.. Liebling.. Bitte.."

He breathes out, a shiver running up his spine at your touch. He whines pathetically, thinking this isn't how it should be. A colonel should never be at his recruit's feet. But he is, and oh, he loves it so much. He will beg for you to touch him if he has to.